It is snowing. Outside. In Pittsburgh. Before Halloween.

I am not amused.

At all.

Yes, I am not amused. She who is totally -whatever- when it comes to snow. It does not bother me one iota. I might even like it. A lot. In November, December, and January, that is. However, this whole melding of seasons with the leaves falling side-by-side with snowflakes? NOT COOL.

Unless you ask the Toddler. Yes, THE TODDLER. She who is totally -AAAAAARGH HELP ME- when it comes to snow. The same child who last year would not allow her cute little snow boots to come in contact with even a single flake is all, "Ook! Snow!" and "I wanna wear snowpants!" and "Where my boots?" this year.

I'm pretty sure that when the Toddler was off wandering with another little girl at gymnastics tonight, she was asking if the other kid knew the number for Child and Youth Services. I'm positive she's trying to report us for child abuse because we wouldn't let her stand outside and play in the snow. Instead, I had the audacity to make her eat dinner.

I know. I'm evil.

But not as evil as snow in October.